ꜱʏᴅɴᴇʏ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ-ᴅᴇɴɪꜱ

Blue is the color of Sydney’s caste, and so it is with her soul, a spirit with the substance of restless ink.

The vast blue of the sky defines her eyes, seeing vistas all around and fancies in the clouds. The sapphire of clean seas stirs in her heart, its currents always bearing her on an exciting voyage. And the deep dusk of dreams inspires her imagination, a creature that can make shadows shimmer.

Posey blue, periwinkle blue; Sydney is perfect blue. No melancholy and no misstep fret her. Only treasures, fresh blooms and kind heavens touch her, whether they come in the guise of cruelty or kindness.